Commitment and Loyalty
Excerpt from Leilaka, Chronicles of Han
Adventures with Moira - Sometimes Dragons have
to deal with a lot more than safeguarding.
Pain in my
leg and arm woke me to the warm sun on my face.
At first I
just lay there, trying to work things out for myself, wondering where I was and
what I had done to be in this position.
A warm snout
pushed at my sore arm.
**I am glad
you have decided to rejoin the living** Moira informed me, agitation, relief,
love, spilling over from her thoughts to flow into my being.
Not yet
daring to open my eyes, I gently asked her what had happened. The last memory I
had of Life was flying high up in the air.
**You became
. . . non-responsive . . . You slipped off my back and I had to catch your body,
for you were not within it. I bruised your limbs and a claw punctured your leg,
sorry. But I managed to set you down on this hill in the soft snow.
I did not
have to wait too long for you to come back to me, though.**
She was
quiet, concerned for my well-being, upset that she did not foresee this event,
that she was not ready to assist me in a better way.
**I have
healed your body as best I could. Now that you are here with me, you can help
heal it as well.**
Managing to
open my eyes, I stared into Moira's gigantic head above me. She had a concerned
look on her face.
Although
Huracan did not have a lot of play in the way of facial expressions, Moira had
managed to learn how to use her face to portray emotional responses,
complementing our mental rapport on a visual level.
**May I ask?
Where had you gone to? Why did you leave me, and your body, in such an
irresponsible manner?**
*The Creator
wanted to give me precise instructions . . . and new . . . tools . . . for very
specific functions. I was taken to the place of Creation that operates in
between what we perceive as 'time'. It is a special place where things are
planned and executed as Ordained by The Creator.*
**And you
could just go there and be returned, as Han?**
*Apparently
so. The first time I visited there I could not, but this seemed to have
changed. I did not lose my individuality either, although I though that I had.
Strange thing
was that I could not care whether I would be myself any longer, or just another
part of The Creator.*
**You talk in
riddles. I do not understand where you had been, or why anyone would want to NOT
BE any longer. I am Moira. I have life coursing through my veins. I know that
you walk in spirit form, leaving your body, and through what I experience
through my connection to you, I know what you do and where you go.
But what you
are talking about are foreign concepts. I see what you show me with your
thoughts, but it does not feel familiar to me at all. I cannot relate to it,
not even through our connection.**
I reached out
a hand to touch her face.
She backed
away from me.
Sitting up, I
watched her where she was watching me with anxiety playing over her stiff lips,
ready to fight or to take flight.
*Why?* I
asked her sadly.
She huffed
sulphur at me, not happy about the situation.
**You are no
longer you** she informed me, shaking her head, unsure if she had actually
thought those words at me.
*In what
way?* I wanted to know, standing up, dusting the snow off me, checking my
injured leg that had already healed, but the pant leg was still ripped. My arm
was fine as well.
**You look
like you. But you do not feel like
you. You feel huge, powerful, strong, not you!**
I sighed.
This was one thing I had not envisioned in this lifetime of having an
opportunity to live a more normal life. I did not want to change so much in
this life that those around me knew me to be more MySelf than what I wanted to
portray.
I have really
tried to keep Hanuman out of the picture, but now I could no longer do so. My
Creator had given me my new task, laid it onto me Himself, Personally.
*Moira. I am
still me, just so much more than me. You are correct. You do not know who I
really am and I have not yet shown anyone what I am actually capable of doing.
I really wanted a normal life in this lifetime, but it turns out that it is an impossibility
for me to ever be normal.
I am a
Servant of The Creator and as such He will give me tasks and change me into
whatever He needs from me. Right now it is to finish what I have started, to secure
a future for all the inhabitants of Leilaka.
In order to
do so, we, yes we, have to face the Rogue
Lord. I will deal with Dronier-Anas as instructed and then we are to proceed to
wipe the Negativity off this Planet before it grows out of bounds.
This will
safeguard Leilaka for at least another thousand years of peace and prosperity.
What do you
say? Do you join me in my quest?*
**I do not
understand fully what you need from me, but you know that I will go with you
wherever you go. I will be of assistance to you in whatever I can. And do not
ask me to join you, you know we are inseparable.**
Stepping up
to me, she placed her head against my chest, allowing me to encircle her head
with my arms, hugging her softly before releasing her to mount up and return to
Longhorn.
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